A Girl and Her Bed

If there’s one inanimate object that I love from my home, it’s my bed. My Pendleton blanket is a close second, but that’s another story. When I was younger and living in my parents’ home, my bed felt like a container and was routine. I definitely don’t look at it the way I do now. I got into my bed at the end of the day, spent 8 hours in it, and then when my alarm went off the next morning I promptly got out of it so that I could go to school. Get in. Sleep. Get out. Repeat.

Today, my bed is sort of my safe haven – an incredibly safe space. When I wake up in the morning, I treasure those moments of buffer time that I give myself (about 30-45 minutes) before I hop into the shower and head to work. My bedroom is a clean slate – pretty bare walls and the blinds completely open to let the light in. Some people hate it, but I love it. I’ve never been one of those people that uses blackout curtains in a hotel room. I check my emails and challenge myself to see how many I can delete/respond to from the bed to make my morning work easier. I question why my phone next to my alarm clock creates such static and I toy with it and distance so that I can use my phone and get a clear signal from the top 40 radio station at the same time. After a shower, the bed provides me with warmth before I make decisions about what to wear that day.

At the end of the day, the pillows provide support for the weight that I’ve carried in my head and on my shoulders that day. The pillows aren’t perfectly white like I wish they could be. They’re stained… with makeup, with mascara, and a lot of feelings that we sometimes relieve onto them. Instead of the upbeat poppy music that we used to wake us up earlier in the day, the Jambox helps us wind down sometimes with a little Quadron, but most of the time Leon Bridges. At night, my bedroom is lit from the street lights outside, the glow of an Anthropologie candle, a dim light – the only light from my room, and the screen of my phone. We have a routine for the evening too: email, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest. Spotify off. Jambox off. Sleep.

We don’t leave everything at the door when we go to the bedroom and that’s okay. You can’t always go to bed happy sometimes you’re just angry or some other emotion, but we still start every day new and I like that my bedroom and my bed holds those emotions for me along with the quirks.